87: Chapter 87 The Tribulation Arrives

Seeing Zhao Mo's eager expression, Liu Yaowen was also taken aback.

"Did I agree too lightly?"

Both sides felt slightly regretful, and the atmosphere was rather awkward.

Ultimately, Zhao Mo had thicker skin and asked directly, "Where is the heaven mending spirit stone?"

"Oh, it's here."

As a Nascent Soul True Lord, Liu Yaowen was burdened by the so-called dignity of a Nascent Soul. He brought out a black boulder that was taller than a person.

"This is the heaven mending spirit stone?" It was completely different from what Zhao Mo had imagined.

This was too big. How big were ordinary Spirit Stones? Only about the size of a fist, but the black boulder in front of him was nearly a hundred times that.

"Of course, it contains terrifying Five Elements Qi within, which is not something ordinary people can absorb."

"The heaven mending spirit stone is here. Now, what about that secret recipe for increasing the yield of the golden marrow fruit?"

Liu Yaowen stood up and stepped forward, grabbing Zhao Mo's hand, and cycled his magic power through Zhao Mo's body.

When he "saw" the scattered true essence within Zhao Mo's Dantian, his heart truly settled, and he began to discuss the secret recipe for increasing the yield of the golden marrow fruit.

Zhao Mo secretly smiled; he could only say that the Face-Changing Heart-Swapping Art passed down by Ding Xin's family was truly worthy of being called a semi-immortal art. Even a True Lord like Liu Yaowen could not probe his true situation.

"Come, come, True Lord Yaowen, please, this way~"

Zhao Mo grabbed Liu Yaowen's hand and refused to let him break free. The two headed toward the spirit fields one after another. During this time, Zhao Mo even suicidally scratched Liu Yaowen's palm, giving Liu Yaowen goosebumps.

After using magic power to pull his hand back, Liu Yaowen wiped his hand on his clothes several times.

It was said that True Person Mo liked men and was involved in an ambiguous relationship with some Immortal Master surnamed Ding. He had originally thought it was a rumor, but he didn't expect it to be true.

He, Liu Yaowen, had been upright his whole life; he never expected to encounter such a sleazy person. It was truly disgusting. The world was going downhill.

What was even more uncomfortable was that he had held hands with Zhao Mo. Should he just chop this hand off? But he couldn't regenerate limbs in the Nascent Soul Realm yet, could he? What to do?

"True Lord Yaowen, what is wrong?"

How could Zhao Mo know that his momentary prank had almost broken the Dao Heart of a Nascent Soul True Lord? He even asked with a concerned look, fearing he hadn't disgusted the other person enough.

"Nothing, nothing," Liu Yaowen said hurriedly, while moving a few steps away from Zhao Mo, afraid that Zhao Mo would come to pull him again.

Fortunately, it wasn't far from Leisurely Residence to the spirit fields, and they arrived quickly. Zhao Mo pointed to the tianfeng beans in the spirit fields.

"This is the secret to increasing the yield of the golden marrow fruit?" "Nani?"

Liu Yaowen was stunned.

"These are tianfeng beans. By intercropping them with the golden marrow fruit, you can significantly increase the yield of the golden marrow fruit."

"Of course, the most important thing is that there must be sufficient Metal-attribute Spiritual Qi in the spirit fields."

"Just this?"

Liu Yaowen felt he had lost out big time. If he had known earlier, he could have just picked up some tianfeng beans when he came in earlier. Now, not only had he lost the heaven mending spirit stone, but he had also been disgusted.

Adhering to the principle that a performance must be complete, Zhao Mo said, "Just this. True Lord Yaowen can pick some large tianfeng beans to take back; you will naturally know after trying."

"By the way, True Lord, are you free tonight?"

F*ck, Liu Yaowen cursed inwardly. He didn't even look at the size of the tianfeng beans; he just swept up a pile and fled in a panic.

"No time, no time. I still have to go to Spiritual Plant Peak to teach my Disciples. I shall take my leave."

When he first met Liu Yaowen, Zhao Mo had discovered that this guy's hair was combed perfectly, his clothes were impossibly smooth, and even the cloud he rode was round.

It was too easy to disgust such a hypocrite.

"Hmph, you wanted to probe my cultivation? If I don't disgust you to death, I don't deserve to be called True Person Mo."

After Liu Yaowen left, Zhao Mo activated the Formation of Tianfeng Valley, intending to go into seclusion to make a Breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Realm.

"No, I need to refine a few more lightning rods. It seems one must endure the Three-Nine Lightning Tribulation when breaking through from the Golden Core to the Nascent Soul."

Ten days later, Zhao Mo snuck out of Tianfeng Valley and slipped into the Fengdeng Valley that Tong Weiping had built nearby.

"Senior Brother Tong, let me borrow this little hill of yours."

"Borrow a hill?"

Tong Weiping didn't react for a moment. His Fengdeng Valley was modeled after Zhao Mo's Tianfeng Valley; he had moved three small hills over to enclose three sides to form a valley. The only difference was that Tianfeng Valley was natural, while Fengdeng Valley was artificial.

He watched as Zhao Mo kept erecting thick iron pillars and fiddling with various defensive Formations.

"What are you doing?"

"Nine-Turn Lightning Protection Formation." "Three-Turn Restoration Formation."

"Are you about to undergo Tribulation?"

Tong Weiping's tongue was a bit tied; how many years had it been? You are already breaking through the Golden Core to form the Nascent Soul?

"Come, come, do a dance."

Tong Weiping's head ached. You are about to undergo Tribulation; who are you asking to dance?

However, he saw the Iron Shovel in Zhao Mo's hand suddenly become stiff and straight, sticking into the ground, motionless.

"A Spiritual Artifact?" Tong Weiping was envious.

"Senior Brother Tong, could you—" "Oh, oh, oh, I know, I'm leaving immediately—"

Only after getting down the hill did he react, "That's not right. When did I agree to let you undergo Tribulation here?"

But it was too late. The tribulation clouds in the sky were gradually rising; Zhao Mo's Breakthrough had already begun.

"Fine, you're tough. If you have the ability, just stay here and don't move. If you can hold on to the end, I'll call you Grandpa."

Because he had forced the Iron Shovel to do something it didn't want to do, the stubborn mule's temper flared up again. Now, it stood stiffly in front of Zhao Mo, motionless.

Zhao Mo appeared helpless on the surface but was secretly laughing. It would be fun for everyone to undergo the Tribulation together. Little Iron Shovel, you are still too naive.

As the numbers on the System panel decreased crazily, the rotation speed of the Golden Core within Zhao Mo's body became faster and faster. He no longer had the energy to tease the Iron Shovel.

"Seek the Way of the Five Elements, lay the foundation of the Five Elements, and form the Five-Colored Nascent Soul."

"The heaven mending spirit stone is right under my butt; why don't you move?" "What's the use of just spinning?"

The Lightning Tribulation hadn't even started yet, and Zhao Mo already felt that his mental energy was not enough. The Golden Core in his Dantian spinning faster and faster left him at a loss.

What was even more terrifying was that there was magic power appearing out of thin air, constantly pouring into the Golden Core, further accelerating its speed.

"This f*cking thing is going to collapse sooner or later~"

Zhao Mo's words were like a prophecy; the rapidly spinning Golden Core shattered into pieces. Dazzling golden light flashed within his Dantian, preventing Zhao Mo from seeing the situation inside.

"Did it succeed or not?" "Wow, where did this galaxy come from?"

It turned out that a vast galaxy had appeared in front of Zhao Mo at some point, and a golden light was constantly drifting across the sky.

"Wait, wasn't I shattering the Golden Core to form the Nascent Soul?" Then he discovered his small hands and feet. Zhao Mo shuddered, "I wouldn't be inside my own Nascent Soul, would I?"

After a moment of trance, Zhao Mo saw himself clearly within the Dantian. It could be said to be a super-miniature version of Zhao Mo, eyes tightly closed, only the size of a fingernail. Strangely, he was actually wearing clothes. Looking closer, it turned out to be the scriptures of the Face-Changing Heart-Swapping Art.

In his left hand, he held a miniature Iron Shovel; in his right hand, he held a miniature ox-driving whip; and on his left ankle, there was an iron ring, which Zhao Mo thought looked very much like the ox tether on Ox Martial's nose.

"Strange, how did these three things appear on the Nascent Soul?"

"I remember when the ox-driving whip and the ox tether first appeared, they seemed to be just ordinary items."

Zhao Mo wanted to investigate further, but he was interrupted by the rumbling thunder. "The Lightning Tribulation is coming; I'll deal with the Tribulation first."